There is a mountain on the outskirts of the city, and the lights in the buildings below the mountain are flickering, and the figures in the houses are moving.

The poor little snake was still sleeping, Lao Xu brought three cups of refreshing coffee, the mellow aroma washed away everyone's fatigue, and the porcelain cup corners were broken in several places.

The people in the house were immersed in a depressing atmosphere, and the beasts in the cage also tried their best, and honestly lay down in the corner of the cage with their faces down.

The cute little snake asleep is called the divine dragon by Lao Xu, and in Miao Jiang's statement, the psychic snakes are collectively called dragons, and the highly poisonous snake kings who are specially raised and enshrined can be called divine dragons. The short and frighteningly coloured little snake in front of him belongs to this category, and this snake is particularly venomous.

This is a hemolytic toxin that acts directly on blood cells, is so toxic that it acts on the human body almost instantly, killing in less than a minute. But Zhu Beichen survived, and Shenlong fell into a coma.

"You play with snakes like this, what if I am killed by this dragon of yours?"

"I don't know, there is no serum for this poison, and there is no time to inject it."

……

He felt depressed, and Lao Xu didn't take himself too seriously.

"The people of Miao Jiang call this blood the blood of the Great Witch."

Lao Xu demonstrated the pronunciation of this group of words, with a desolate and ancient atmosphere, and both of them regretted that they could not understand it. The frequency of speech is close to the edge of human hearing, and the afterglow of intonation washes over the human psyche.

In the ancient records of Miao Jiang, the mysterious witchcraft is almost omnipotent, the advanced Gu technique can even control the human mind and soul, and the Gu poison can also penetrate into every inch of the human body's skin and bone marrow, there is only one special case.

Originating from an ancient blood inheritance, Gu poison cannot penetrate the human body with this kind of blood, and the blazing poison in the blood will obliterate all Gu insect evil creatures that try to invade this body. And this type of blood is very rare.

In the records of Miao Jiang since ancient times, this blood is called the blood of the Great Witch.

Inherited from the body of the ancient ancestors of Miaojiang.

"You're a Hmong?"

"I am an alien species, and I grew up in Miaojiang since I was a child."

Lao Xu's temperament is a little dissolute, and he is not very particular about his words.

"In fact, this kind of blood should be caused by some kind of infection, and the person who gets this blood is unfortunate in itself." Lao Xu took out a cigarette from the pocket of his filthy white coat and lit it, his tone with regret. He has always studied biological genetics, especially blood.

The blood of the Witch King represented a noble bloodline in the ancient Miao Jiang, and it also meant Yunhua's early death. None of the ancient Miao Jiang life extension secret methods can help the great witches successfully live past the age of thirty, therefore, this is the cursed blood.

"No one has ever seen this kind of blood sample again, and no one knows what kind of blood is the blood of the Great Witch, but." Lao Xu pinched the cigarette and pointed his finger at the dragon, and the ash deliberately fell towards the snake.

The blood that can resist the poison of this kind of snake king can stun the poison of the dragon, this is the blood of the great witch. Lao Xu's meaning is very clear.

"I also heard from the elders in the past, since ancient times, this kind of blood, people in Miaojiang have only seen it once."

One year, a brown-haired and blue-eyed foreigner came to the residence of Miao Jiang in southwest China, and a box of heavy gold bricks knocked on the door of Miao Min. Under the temptation of absolute wealth, he finally attracted the highly respected Gu master among the Miao people to make a move. His blood was poisoned by the highly poisonous divine dragons of the Miao people, and no Gu magic could work, so disappointed that he finally left and never came back.

"He's Russian, called Tolenezovkosky?"

Lao Xu nodded, without making too many expressions, and he was not surprised at all.

"How do you know it's this person." Han Qingxin rarely asked.

"He wrote a book about the Great Western Continent Ancient Bureau, returned to China after the Eight-Nation Alliance incident, and then died of organ failure."

Rao was Torenezhovkosky, who tried everything he could, but he did not escape death after all. And maybe I'll follow in his footsteps.

"Transfusion works?"

"I don't know, maybe it's useful, then that foreigner wouldn't have died."

He took only one octagonal artifact from the palace. This detail is the sentence that Zhu Beichen remembers most in Yiyi's notes, which is related to the fate of the Russian, and perhaps, also related to his own illness.

"Lao Xu, think of a way to save him." Han Qingxin still maintained the care for the boy in the hospital, and couldn't tell why.

"Even you, the spy leader, can't do anything, what can I, an old man, who is about to sink half of his body into, do? Your research institute, your teacher, can't do it? ”

There is an old man in southern Xinjiang who is over 100 years old, he is a descendant of the Heimiao inheritance, living in the mountains in the upper reaches of the Miliu River, after so many years, maybe he is still alive, maybe he is dead.

It's a blood infection from antiquity, and maybe, he has a solution.

These were the last words that Lao Xu left, still touching his beloved unconscious little dragon, smoking helplessly, and the smoke hovered around the house.

"Don't worry, we can go to that old man in Miaojiang, he should still be alive."

If there is a cure in this world, it is only the ancient strange book, because it is all-encompassing and surpasses the advanced technology of the Great Western Continent. Zhu Beichen was more concerned about the octagonal ancient artifact that was taken away by Torenezovkosky, if he was also looking for the ancient book that could cure his illness at that time, then this is very likely to be a clue. According to the records, I don't have much time left.

The night outside the building was still immersed in darkness, and the two people who walked in the process could not see each other's expressions.

"You have something to do with the death of Jinding, he, you killed him?"

This is the question that has always surrounded Zhu Beichen's heart.

"Settle in, that Taoist priest? His death has nothing to do with me. ”

Han Qingxin didn't explain anything, she hadn't done it, so she didn't think she should explain.

Suzuki's engine was activated, and the roar of the night rang out again.

"Help me find an octagonal artifact, an antiquity in the palace that was lost during the entry of the Eight-Nation Alliance into Beijing."

"What kind?"

"Octagonal."

"When I go back, I remember that when I was emotional, I took that bottle of medicine with me, and I remembered to take it." When she expressed concern, the expression on her face was the same indifference.

The red pill was a new psychotropic drug developed by Erabi, and the side effects of the pharmacological reaction of human use have not yet been verified, but this new product may be able to have a curative effect on his condition. This is what Zhu Beichen doesn't know.

The morning light suddenly rose, and under the roaring sound of the engine, Suzuki sped away, gradually moving away.

Zhu Beichen was really tired and walked directly in the direction of the bedroom.

He just wanted to sleep upside down and stop thinking about those mysteries.